Just A Good Friendship

 

Sam:

                James opened his door pretty much straight away. His eyes widened when he saw me and, I think he may have tried to say something to me, too, but I didn’t give him chance to; I grabbed the back of his neck and forced our lips together. By the time I pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

“Don’t tell me that I don’t love you more than a friend ever again,” I said, still holding onto his neck and gazing into his still-wide eyes. “I love you, James.” Before I could finish saying his name, James wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed our lips together again.

                When he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he smiled.

“Yeah, I don’t know why it took me so long to realise.”

“Well, in all honesty, it was worth the wait; to finally hear you say those words,” he said, and I couldn’t help but kiss that adorable smile that was planted on his face. The kiss was getting pretty heated; My hands had climbed up to grip James’ hair, one of James’ hands had found its way underneath my top to trace patterns along my lower back, our tongues had got involved, and our bodies were inching closer and closer to each other – mine pushing James’ into door.

                Wait, wasn’t that open? We both pulled out of the kiss at the same time and looked at each other with furrowed brows – James seems to have mentally questioned this too. Our attention turned to the closed door behind us. The hand that was resting on my waist reached up and pushed down on the door handle. “Shit,” breathed James. “My fucking door key’s inside.” I couldn’t help but laugh at the turn of events, which earned a confused glance from James. “It’s not fucking funny, Sam!” he whined, which just made me laugh even harder. He slapped my arm and continued over my laughter. “All of my stuff’s in there and there’s not gonna be anyone who can open the door for me until the morning.  Where am I gonna sleep?”

                I stopped laughing then and raised an eyebrow at him. Was he serious? “You can sleep in my room.” I thought that was obvious, I added mentally. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah, and what about my clothes to sleep in?”

“You won’t need any,” I smiled seductively at him and grabbed his hand, entwining my fingers with his. I watched his face as the penny dropped and he smiled back at me. He kissed me hard before he tugged on my hand, leading me toward my room. I couldn’t help but smile at his eargerness – he was practically running! (And I guess I was, too!)